So Hot Daddy: The Collection

by Shelly Pasia

  He reached her clean shaved pussy and started to inhale her aroma. She smelled like heaven. it was intoxicating and lovely at the same time. His eyes were completely those of an animal now and as Rebecca looked on, she could not help but smile at what was coming.

  Her body was already uncoiling, heating up and letting him know that she was his for the taking. This was the best thing that had ever happened to her. She had known she wanted Jake the moment she saw him. It was like hitting a switch and everything started moving toward the right direction.

  And now they were here and he was affecting her. His hot breath on her pussy was doing a lot of damage to her nerves. It was bringing her whole system to life. It was always going to be a good time with Jake, a man who knew where to touch. Their eyes met and she realized that he was ready to start eating her out. Her legs went wide, giving him all the access he would want. Her eyes went wide as well as soon as he gave her one long lick.

  Jake got busy eating Rebecca out until she was moaning like an animal as she spread her legs for him to gain more access. She wanted him in her box and she wanted him now. Jake slid two of his fingers in her pussy and started to finger fuck her, making her writhe with pleasure on the bed before he raised his head and smiled.

  His face was covered with her succulent juices already. And he moved to her face and kissed her, making her taste her own juices. As he was retreating, she caught his head and held her in place, licking off all the juices from his face as she moaned seductively. This only made Jake’s erection more prominent. It was as if she knew he liked having his face licked like that. And then Jake stepped back and started to undress.

  Rebecca watched with awe as her stepfather displayed an impressively erect cock before he joined her on the bed. He was now ready to fuck her. And she looked down at her body and noticed the long hard cock pointing down towards her pussy. She was excited, way too excited. She could not help but ask for his cock. Her whole body seemed to have been electrified by his oral performance. He had prepared her well for the sex that was to follow. He was going to fuck her so hard.

  He slowly slid his rock-hard meat into her, stretching her pussy out of shape. Jake slowly pushed himself forward until he was buried to the hilt before he finally looked into her eyes. As if giving her a green light, she moaned “fuck me” and Jake started to move. Like a professional porn star or something even better, he drove in and out of her like an animal. They were both submitting to an animalistic instinct that seemed to drive them from the moment they laid eyes on each other. Six weeks was, after all, a very long time.

  Fucking this woman was too enjoyable. There was a time Jake had never before seen himself doing this, but it was actually a good thing he had tried. It was like sliding his cock in a dish of warm butter. The sensations he had to live with were just too good. He closed his eyes and concentrate on making her scream, taking her sexual needs and handling the like the man that he was. No one was going to stop him as long as Rebecca was in that house. And she flexed her pussy muscles every now and then, milking him as he pistoned in and out of her.

  He fucked her senseless, subjecting her to multiple orgasms. Each time she came her pussy would clench and wrap around his cock like a vice making him feel his orgasm approaching as well. And he finally started to feel it overpower him. He moved faster and tightened his body until his eyes shut more tightly. His muscles bunched as Rebecca shook beneath him like a rag doll. He was going to cum soon and he groaned and grunted before finally letting go and shooting rope after rope of cum in his Rebecca’s cunt.

  He moved until he could not move again. Rolling off of her, he looked at the ceiling and realized that he was going to have to enjoy this woman as much as he could.

  The End

  Making Daddy Happy

  Sally looked at her stepfather and felt sorry for him. She knew that she would never put a man through what her stepfather was going through. To start with, he was angry, but he was trying hard not to show his anger. This was especially true because she was around him. He would show his anger without her around. He would go to his gym and punch on his bag for hours until exhaustion took him apart and he had no other option than to sleep it off.

  This was not a bad option, especially considering that the man never laid a hand on another human being. This was despite the fact that he had been well trained in multiple martial art styles. Yet he was always gentle as gentle could be.

  His anger management was something Sally admired with every passing day. Every day, the man would find something to be angry about and every day he would handle his anger so well that it left her in admiration. Sally knew that she would never be the human being he was. Her anger would always consume her, even when it involved the most trivial of things.

  This man was different. Trivial things seemed to pass over him. Hard things, like whatever he was facing now, it seemed to hit him hard and he took it will, like a boxer flowing with a heavy punch. Her eyes went back to the road and she realized that he was driving too fast.

  “Do you mind easing off on the gas a little bit? You do not have to kill us,” the woman said.

  Whether the man heard her say it or not, he did not show it. But Sally could feel a gradual decrease in speed until she could now sit more comfortably in the car. The man she called stepfather never said a word to her. His eyes were still on the road. She wondered what was going through his mind. What had been going through is mind for all tis months?

  Before today, Sally never understood how serious the situation. To some extent, Sally thought that the man was overly sensitive. Yet now that she had the whole picture, she could swear that it made her angry as well. She took her phone and texted her mother.

  We are headed home. I don’t think you should come for a week or two. The text read. This was for her own safety because it seemed as if Bob had been pushed to the last possible slot of madness.

  Whether her mother read the text or not, Sally could not tell. All she knew was that the woman was wrong in doing what she had done and she deserved everything that would come to her. It was not even enough for the man to leave her. The more Sally thought about it, the more unbelievable it sounded. She never believed that she would witness something like that.

  It was early Saturday morning when Bob called her from her room. He sounded angry enough that morning and Sally stepped out wondering what was going on.

  Get dressed, we are going out,” he said, in a tone that left little room for arguments. Sally had done as she had been asked and they were driving out of the driveway in fifteen minutes. Sally had not even been allowed to take breakfast.

  “There is no time to waste,” the man had said.

  “What is happening?” she had asked.

  “You always think I am crazy to get angry every time your mother comes in late. I am about to show you why I get angry,” Bob said.

  Sally had suddenly gone cold. She knew where this was headed and she could not help but feel a sense of loss at what would unfold next. They drove for about thirty minutes before stopping outside a motel. Bob stepped outside, followed by Sally who was getting tired of stopping him. She had asked him not to do it. Not because he did not deserve the truth, but because he could not handle it.

  “I have been handling the truth for the longest time now. This is not the first or second time it has happened, Sally,” the man had said.

  So they had walked into the motel, past the receptionist and straight to the room where her mother lay with another man. Bob had caused chaos. The man happened to be someone Bob knew quite well. Bob had caused a kind of chaos Sally had ever expected it from her stepfather. He had attacked the man, beating him to a pulp as his wife looked on in horror. She had not been able to answer why she was cheating on him. Bob was so angry that he could not even find the words to ask the right questions.

  When the fight finally ended, Sally had managed to drag her stepfather back to the car and urged him to go back home. She then ran to her mother and told her to find
someplace to crash or she would get the beating of her life. Grace understood her daughter. Her safety was not guaranteed in the house any more. Sally knew it was going to take a lot of effort to calm her stepfather but she was determined. Whether they were going to get divorced or not, Sally could not tell.

  What she could tell which a certainty, however, was that the relationship was never going to be the same. Grace had already ruined it to the point where repairing it was going to take a lot of strength, strength which Bob did not look like he had at the moment. The closer they got to hoe the more devastated he seemed. Sally wondered how much time it had taken for her step father to know that his wife was cheating.

  She leaned back in her seat and thought about the first time she noticed that he mother had someone else. She had seen it in a text one day but it was so vague, Sally never thought much about it. The seed had been planted, however, and the more she looked at her mother, the more she felt as if the woman was cheating. She started noticing minute things in the house that suggested that her stepfather was not being taken care of the way he was supposed to be.

  The man worked hard, too hard as a matter of fact. He was the sole breadwinner in the family, which allowed Grace to stay home as much as she wanted. As a matter of fact, the woman followed every hobby she could think of under the financing of her husband. He was more than ready to support her.

  But he never got the love back. He would get home in the evening and still make his dinner as his wife was either out on a party or sleeping. Their first encounter together had produced nights of heavy moaning as Bob fucked the lights out of her. Sally had noticed that those nights were gone. For a long time, she was able to sleep without being interrupted. This could only mean one thing; the man was not getting any. Why, Sally could not say.

  Her gut told her that something was not right, but since she was mostly in college, with very little time between her and the next assignment, she did not invest any energy into it. Her eyes never failed, however, and she would see things. She would see the man’s mood turn sour every time he came home to make his own dinner. Sally helped whenever she could, but she was also busy most nights. Grace was treating him like a brother. He would wake up, make his own breakfast and leave, then come back and make his own dinner because his wife could not take time out of her “busy” schedule and take care of her husband. It bothered Sally at times, but then she never really had time to act on it.

  She looked at her stepfather. The man looked worse than he had a few minutes before. They were now cruising down the freeway headed home. How he had even found out that his wife was in a motel, miles away, was a puzzle she wanted to unveil. Maybe she would ask him some day, just not today.

  “Do you want me to drive?” Sally asked when Bob almost rammed into the back of a truck. She was starting to get worried and they still had about ten miles to travel before getting him. A cop could materialize any moment now and there were chances that Bob was slightly under the influence.

  “No, I am good. I can handle this shit,” Bob said sobering up all of a sudden.

  “Did you drink last night?” Sally asked. She had not stopped to ask him that question or to think about him ever since they left the house. The trip to the motel had been neck breaking. They had been in a hurry. The trip back was full of reflections and thoughts. And now it was starting to get dangerous because the man was in turmoil and maybe under the influence of alcohol.

  “I am fine.”

  “I know you are fine. You spent the whole night drinking for crying out loud. Find a spot and pull over, I am going to drive,” Sally said but her stepfather laughed.

  “I have driven you all morning. We only have about six miles to go and we will be home. I am not drunk and I feel in control of the vehicle,” the man said. The truth was that Bob had not drunk that uch.it was not as Sally wanted to put it. He had only handled a little alcohol. He would not allow himself to be drunk when confronting his wife and best friend. He still could not believe that his worst fears had come true.

  Not that Bob did not know before. He simply did not have the evidence. It all happened one night while he was asleep. They had always joked as a family that he was a heavy sleeper. Someone could get him from the bedroom to the living room and he would not feel it only to wake up in the morning and wonder how he got there. One night, he had come home, made his own dinner as usual and gone to bed. He had found his sleeping wife in bed already. He never complained about the lack of commitment in the relationship. She had withdrawn sex from him and he had grown tired of asking.

  That night had found him awake and when his wife’s phone had rang, he had stilled himself. Why he had done that was a puzzle to him but he was glad he had done it. His wife had woken up, looked at the screen and nudged him. She had done it a couple of times to make sure that he was asleep before she got out of the bed and walked to the window.

  Bob had lain there listening to his wife confess how much she cheated on him. The bad part was that she never mentioned who she was talking to. She seemed lost in the conversation though because her voice turned from a whisper to her normal tone when she was sure that her husband was sleeping. Every now and then, Grace would walk to him and push his shoulder but Bob would not move. One time he turned and groaned, prompting her hold her breath for a couple of minutes before she went on with her conversation. He listened to his wife tell the man on the other end of the line how her husband slept like a log. She even went ahead to say that they could talk dirty in the room and he would never notice.

  Bob had refused to listen any more so he had stirred himself and pretended to wake up. He had not even looked at her. He had simply walked toward the bathroom where he stared at the mirror for about three minutes just to calm himself down.

  Grace was sleeping peacefully when he went back to bed and he lay there thinking about what he had just heard. Hell, he would never have thought his wife would do something like that why she would do something like that, Bob could not tell. He never cheated on her, and for the first time, he contemplated cheating on his wife. A woman he loved with everything he had. He had helped her in ways she would never even imagine. He had introduced her to a life she had never had before. When he met Grace, she was almost breaking down from the hardships that life was throwing her.

  Yet he had taken her out of the muck, paid her daughter’s school fees, clothed them, dressed tem, taken them to vacations… there wasn’t a single thing he had not done. She could not even complain that he was getting too busy because he was a flexible man. While he was busy all the time, that did not meant that he could not take a few days off and take care of them.

  “I did everything you guys would ever want. I introduced you to a life you have never had, and you probably would never had. Yet your mother had the mind to go cheat,” Bob said all of a sudden.

  Sally had the mind to get angry at the remarks but then she realized that the man was right. They had been kicked out by her father because the woman had cheated before. She was a chronic cheater her mother. The man had found out that Sally was not hers and he had kicked them out with nothing. He had refused to rear a child that was not his. Sally never really blamed him because he had been deceived.

  “I don’t know how to repay you for all the good you have done us,” Sally said. She did not even know what to say.

  “I don’t need to be repaid. I did that because I wanted to and then your mother went ahead to disrespect me like that. Now tell me, what should I do with her?” Bob asked. It was as if he was talking to himself. His voice was somber, enough to bring grief to anyone.

  “I really don’t know what to tell you Bob. Maybe take some time to think about it. We are going to move out of the house and give you the space you need. I can go to the hostels and my mother can find a place to stay until you decide whether you want her back or not,” Sally said.

  This seemed to make Bob even angrier. He punched his steering wheel as his foot pressed down on the gas pedal. Sally wished she had met t
he man first because then she knew she would have hit it off with him pretty well. He was younger than her mother and he was handsome. She had found herself fantasizing about him every now and then, but it never went too far. She had teased him one or two times but they never really talked about it.

  She realized that she and Bob had a lot of things in common. They had fun together. The nights she made him dinner were spent talking most of the time and he knew a lot of things about her. She also knew plenty of things about his company and the way he was working. Other times he would just vent on her and she would listen, crack a few jokes and then they would all head to sleep.

  Now she wondered how she could help the man. Clearly. This was unexplored territories. She had never thought about this before.

  “I don’t want you to move out, Sally. As long as I am paying for your school fees, then you can live in the house. I am the one who is moving out,” Bob said at last.

  There was silence as they cleared the last remaining miles and got into the house. Bob was still agitated. They talked about s next move. Bob wanted to move out. His wife could come and carry anything she wanted but she was never going to sleep in that house, never again. Only Sally was allowed into the house.

  All the while, Sally was thinking about something else. The man had been too good to them. He had sacrificed a lot for them to be happy. Why couldn’t she make him happy just for once? She wondered as she looked at him pace through the living room. He acted as if she was not even there and she could tell that he was highly agitated.

  “Bob, calm down,” the woman said walking to him. Yet he could not stop fidgeting even when she stood right in front of him. The news disturbed him. That his friend was boning his wife was something he would never be able to live with.